My body on autopilot, I opened the car door, got into the driver's seat, and drove home. I can't remember what I was thinking during that time, only that I was trying to process everything that had just happened, to make sense of everything I had just learned. There was some part of me that was still wishing that the girl was just a silly teenager, that I had fallen for some ridiculously elaborate trick, but the rational part of me knew that my entire life had been a ridiculously elaborate trick. And although I wished that the girl had been lying, I knew, from the look in her eyes, from the tears streaming down her face, that she was definitely telling the truth.
I got on the most comfortable clothes I owned and curled up on my bed with my warmest blanket and a steaming cup of tea, but none of those things could ease the chill of dread and absolute certainty in my chest that told me every word of the teenager's testimony had been 100% true.
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Glass Houses
Science Fiction"They built up all these lies like glass houses, too dangerous to move around in, but at least that house kept me warm at night. Now I lay in bed shivering with fear of the very people that claimed to protect me, to protect us all. The windows in...
